All language subtitles for The Professionals - 2x03 - First Night

Let me go! Let me go!

Thank you.

Hello.

How's yourself?

What's up?

Thank you.

What's up?

Cowley, yes.

Who?

Asher Biberman, the Israeli minister.

A hovercraft, the festival
hall, but that's madness.

It won't get beyond Tower Bridge.
Turn around, Waterloo Bridge, fast.

Right, give me a situation report.

What about the river police?

Yeah, in a minute. The river boys are
moving down from Wapping and Limehouse.

If they turn back, we've
got another crew coming

from Westminster Pier. And on shore?

Every car within a three-mile radius.
Both banks will be crawling with men.

Heading in a
south-easterly direction over Southwark

or Rotherhithe, flying low. A helicopter?

Not so mad at that.

HQ, Cowley here. Inform all CI5 agents
of the Asher-Bieberman snatch. On leave,

off sick, whatever, I
want everybody on the job.

Thank you.

Bodie?

Yeah?

What?

Right, I'm away.

Bodie!

Bodie! You've stood me
up just once too often.

Breaks my heart, really does.
I was gonna say, get a flight.

4-5.

VIP, Snatch Festival
Hall. Proceed immediately.

Right. Will do. 4-5 out.

Sorry, love. I've got to ditch you.

Ditch me? What are you talking
about? We're going to the rock concert.

We were going to the
rock concert. Duty calls.

But you're off duty tonight.

I was off duty. I'm not now.

Get Central to give me a rundown on
the festival hall snatch, will you?

Why didn't you tell me?

You're impossible. Well, look, I'll
call you tomorrow. I'll call you late.

Don't bother.

It's no bother.

I mean me.

Don't bother me. Just
forget it. Deborah. Oh, come on.

Deborah.

Oh, and I want to send some
flowers to Miss Jane Anderson.

ETA, 15, 20 minutes.

I want you to send a telegram, a
greetings telegram to Miss Deborah...

Nine mil.

They're using different makes, Czech and
East German. Yeah, must be using M10s,

Uzis or Ingrams. Thought they went bust.

Well, there's that new
firm in Atlanta making them.

It's not where you got mine from.

All right.

Are you still chasing
that big gymnast? No.

Well, I only go for the
strawberries and cream.

One of our choppers is over
Kingston, starting an arc for the southwest.

The other one's still over the city,
heading southeast. What about the heliport?

Have they put anyone up yet?

Only one in the air so far, sir. Most of
the pilots have checked out for the night.

Marvellous. Caught four square
with a political hot potato.

Well, if they will go out of an
evening. We picked one up, sir,

but it's a planned flight to the
coast. Nothing on radar? No, sir.

Well, if they're not spotted soon, it'll
be dark, and then we're really in trouble.

Beating for speed, that's where they got
us. This isn't a needle in a haystack,

it's a whole harvest of haystacks.

Come on now, move, move!

Right, get in there, Moshe!

Right, let's go!

We haven't cleared the
country, transferred

to light aircraft. They're well organised.

It might be better for us if they have.

And have the whole world thinking we
can't give security to our guests?

I don't believe, I simply
don't believe they could get

to the coast without
someone getting a light on it.

Well, the chopper's not
exactly a Rolls Royce, is it?

They can't just land unobserved.

What, clearing in a forest?
Marshes? Heathland? Golf course?

No, all right, point taken. The general
public might come through with something.

The appeal's going out on
all stations, radio and TV.

Get his head down!

This isn't Italy or some
banana republic. This is an island.

A piece of land surrounded by water.
They must not get off this island.

Scotland Yard, the radio and TV
stations have all been swamped with calls.

It seems that everyone and his
mother heard or saw a helicopter

in every conceivable part of London
and the home counties. And on the coast?

A few, but those are mostly traceable.

And first reports tie in with
scheduled flights of civil aircraft.

What's your guess?

Oh, I don't go in for guessing games.

But I think they're
down and gone to ground.

I can't tell you how serious this is.

The ramifications are appalling.

Now, don't keep this one under your
hat, George. I don't want any of the,

with one bound, Jack was free.

I want a fully coordinated operation,
police, special services, whatever.

I understand.

But in the final analysis, weight
of numbers may be an embarrassment.

This is clearly a well-planned
operation by a small force of...

As yet, unknown participants.

The word embarrassment's well chosen.

But equally, we must be seen to be active.

We can't afford to risk the
criticism of appearing inactive.

Those are political
considerations, Minister.

We have the experience of
other countries to ponder on.

Cities saturated with
counter-terrorist forces, drenched with operatives.

And weeks, months later, the
kidnappers' quarters have been uncovered empty.

Marvelously anonymous places.

Not derelict farm buildings
miles off the beaten track,

but flats or houses in the
thick of suburbia or right

in the heart of city
centers. I know, I know.

I assure you, Minister, our best
course is to play the waiting game.

They will.

And so must we.

Don't suppose you had time for
a little pre-concert dinner?

Sorry, it's not salt, beef and knuckles.

Or what is it?

Lord keys?

Please excuse the cutlery.
Don't want you cutting yourself.

Nice hands.

You should play the
piano with hands like that.

I do.

Yes.

Very musical, your people.

Beethoven, Strauss.

Oh, no, he wasn't one of
your lot, was he, Strauss?

Tales of the Vienna Woods, that one.

Get on with it, John, will you? I do
hope we don't have to cut one off.

One of your fingers, I mean.

Yes, but we are running
against time, though, sir.

Yeah, sir. Of course.

Would you hold a moment,
sir? This one could be good.

An old lady thought she'd heard
a chopper about the same time.

Um, in this area here, sir.

I thought it was the local
millionaire who's got a pad out there,

but realized he was in
hospital, gallstones.

Could anybody else have been
flying it? No, pilots themselves.

Machine's been on the ground for weeks.

Good, excellent.

Getting better.

Same area.

A pair of fellas out walking his dog.

Reports a speed merchant took the
number four's plates. Direction?

B road, but it leads
straight onto the main London road.

Into or out of? Well, it's
something. Mount a search. What, in the dark?

I don't care if it's pitch black out
there. Mount a search. Police, troops,

where's the nearest camp? Get moving.

Hello, I'm sorry, sir. Yes?

Oh, that reminds me. About the
fellow that went in the nuthouse.

Nervous breakdown, you know.
He said to the doctor, he said,

will I be able to play
the piano when I get out?

The doctor said, yes, of course you will.

That's funny, he said.
Couldn't play before I came in.

You understand?

Are you up on the language?

Enough.

We will, you know, if we have to.

We'll cut off your hand if we have to.

Hey, over here! Over here!

Bob, give me the radio.

Sunray 5 to 6 ray. Sunray 5 to 6 ray.

Do you find this job
interferes with your social life?

Interfere with our
commanding officers when

we told them to get
out on night manoeuvres.

Oh, it was sitting in his
mesquite-sipping port, was it? Yeah, I loved it.

Times those guys have
had me slogging through

the night up to my eyes
in mud. Yeah, me too.

Come rain, come sleet, come
snow, pounding the streets.

Used to really get me, you know,
watching them come out of the pub,

well jollied up, and off
home to their warm bed.

Well, you're an officer now.

Tell Captain Cowley.

You tell him.

Hang on. I told you that chopper
would be down before dark, didn't I?

You know, I sometimes
wonder where you get this

incredible insight into the criminal mind.

Well, I'm suggesting... If you go
on munching bread and fried grub,

you're not going to
make old bones, you know.

It's beautiful. Gets
the adrenaline flowing.

Just clogging yourself
up with cholesterol.

Pull over. I'll take the wheel.

I've just realised the incredible risk
I'm taking. You jam-tart your heart.

You could just pop it any minute. Come on.

Get off!

Come on, up the other half. That's
what you want, isn't it? I know. Want it?

I wouldn't be seen dead eating that.

It's cos you forgot to
bring your vitamins.

Right, we're there now. Tell Mr. Cowley
that we'll report back in five minutes. Out.

You boys haven't touched the outside of
this thing, have you? Of course not. Look,

we've found it. We'll have a
hard job to miss it, won't we?

Yeah, all right. Corporal,

pan your man out at
intervals of 25 yards and

post him in the lane 50
yards distance apart.

No unauthorized personnel past
that point, okay? All right.

I've got something to show you.
Great, fine. Let's have it. Thanks.

I think we'd better be
careful. It could be boobied.

Well, you think they're that fancy?
Yeah, well, they're still in the helicopter,

haven't they? Taking a guy that some
Arabs would give half the desert for.

So I don't think they'd be too squeamish
about blowing off the odd limb, do you?

You're quite a persuasive talker
when you want to be, aren't you?

Let's leave it to the bomb squad.

Good idea. Right.

You want me to tell you something?

Oh, yes. The Kaiser of Tel
Aviv supports local industry.

He'd be hopping around on one foot.

Except that he's not going very far.

There you go.

I shall want that pen back.

Looks like two cars.

Yeah, and going in opposite
directions, so take your pick.

You got a bang out of sounding there.

What else did you get for Christmas?

Three-six.

You on your way in?

Yes, sir.

The chopper collected from Elstree
Airfield yesterday on a transporter.

That explains it, why
they didn't fly in daylight.

They did a good job on
the papers. The owner's

signature of the works.
And they were British.

One sounded Scots.

One of yours, sir.

Oh, that's enough, buddy.

Sir.

Where's Goldilocks?

He's in the back trying
to get some beauty sleep.

He'd better make the most of it.

Doubt.

He sounds lively. That
crack of yours about it

might be better if they
got out of the country.

That really stuck in his patriotic craw.

That's incredible. Look at the
time. The minister cannot be disturbed.

If Smiler came through on the
hotline, it'd be the same story.

Listen, you've got to learn to
live with the order of things, right?

There's a move afoot to
bring back touching the

forelock. Oh, does it
hurt? Excuse us, sir.

And they were British.

Once, I mean, Scottish. Really?
16 hours since they did the job.

They're in no hurry to get in touch.

We'll just have to wait, that's all.

Try telling that to world governments.
Washington still believes that over here,

everything stops for tea.

Excuse me, sir. They phoned the express.

There's something waiting for us
in a phone box in Jubilee Walk. Oh,

next step in the waiting game.

I don't like the sound of that something.

Right.

Half an ear, perhaps.

Excuse me.

There are times, Bodie,
when I find your ribaldry

quite distasteful. Come on. Yeah, right.

Is Harvey down there already?
Yes, sir, they've checked it out.

Where's this Jubilee place,
you call it? County Hall.

Come on, hurry.

Harvey's got the first squad there.

They've checked it. Ah!

How soon did your men get
here? Within seven minutes, sir.

Every chance the box
hasn't been used since.

They probably used gloves
and died with a pencil.

Possibly, but there's always a chance
to. Come on. Is this door safe? Fairly so.

Yeah, there was
something bulky in there. Look

at the outline. Oh, a cassette? Maybe.

Have you got those scissors there?

Yeah, I've got a bag and a tissue.

I hope there's no wire.

Thank you. That's all right, I think.

Hold that.

Yeah, you're right.

One cassette. A German cassette.

Not too much by British
about this lot. There he is.

It's a bit cheapskate
they've used available light.

Sounds like something, though.

They get the sun in the morning.

And the moon at night.

Very amusing. He looks a bit groggy.
Yeah, he's probably doubt up to the eyeballs.

We'll get this blown up, and go
someplace and play this tape back.

See that they check up the
box for prints? I don't know.

And if these demands are met in full, I
will be released unharmed. Otherwise,

my captors will consider
themselves absolved from the consequences.

The last section once more, please.

Once more, if you please.

Thank you. He tells us two,
possibly three things. What?

We had to hear it several times, the
pauses, the seventh, the eleventh,

and the seventeenth word.

A prepared code in the
message dictated by the kidnappers.

He tells us they are not Arab,
that they are not political.

They are, I think, British.

And if they had been Arab...
Political, a different sequence, right?

We have to be prepared at
all times, on all levels.

Quite. Excuse me, sir.

My, my, there's careless for you. A
break for us, that bit of morning sun.

The worst summer for years.

I always say that.

Yeah.

What about this, sir, this line? It's
not a crease in the photograph, is it?

Telephone wire?

Perhaps. But there's no proof it's on
the outside. This round patch, now,

I don't think is a stain. Well, it's
probably one of those ventilators, you know,

that you see in bed-sitters.

Very faint.

On plastic, on glass,
it would be. What about

this hard line here,
this sort of curvy bit?

A bit of furniture
obstructing the sunlight. Bigger man.

Bigger still.

Especially that round blob there. Sir.

Well, thank you, gentlemen. We
knew about the British angle.

They collected the helicopter from
Elstree Airport, forged documents.

Unusual.

Professional criminals
meddling in the political area.

It has happened
elsewhere, in Italy, for instance.

Mafia supplying arms to the politicals.

Yes, yes, of course, and the
IRA running protection rackets,

but this is an odd one. I don't like it.

Nor do we.

Especially, I imagine, my friend Biberman.

Now, if I...

Or any of our specialists could be of any
help to you. Specialists, Mr. Hershfield?

Don't tell me that Israel has
specialists operating here.

No, Mr. Cowley, I'm not telling you that.

Of course not.

You'll be informed
immediately of any development.

Thank you for your courtesy.

I'll get these. Actually,

I was thinking of having some
Aylesbury duck at Simpson's on the Strand,

but I suppose you're used to
all this toad-in-the-hole stuff.

Don't give me that, so one of you
don't steal it out of a billycat.

I think I'll have some spotted
dick if I can get her attention.

Mind if I join you?

We're not coming apart.

I noticed that.

C Division?

No, CI5.

Mmm, big stuff. Shouldn't you
be in the private dining room?

Isn't this the private dining room?

This isn't the private dining room.

What?

I've just got my spotted dick.

Afternoon, ladies.

Was this golly annoying you?

We were discussing sexual politics when
your friend arrived. Is it in your brief?

Brief? Brief or briefs?

They're hung up on clothes.

Prisoners of the rurality cult, obviously.

Understood.

Come on, we're on.

On what? On a bus.

Hook yourself to the chips.

Come on.

We'll continue this
meeting at a later date.

You and me could form a
subcommittee. You know what I mean?

This is ridiculous. How does he know
it's a boss anyway? It could be a shadow,

anything. We weren't going to get very far

sitting around in
police canteens, were we?

Yeah. See that blonde piece? I
could have fixed her. Sexual politics.

You know, this equality business doesn't
do much for what the Spanish call cojones.

Tell me, what do you think of the
philosophy of Kant? Yeah, exactly.

So if that hard edge
on the photograph is a

bus, then this is a place to be, isn't it?

You said it was a chest of
drawers. Listen, that man in Rome,

the one with the red socks, he's the
one that's infallible, mate, not me.

Yeah, him and Cowley. There's enough
daylight to give us at least one sweep.

There are 300 bus routes,
not counting the A's and B's,

and the Green Line double
deck. All right, it's a long shot,

but long shots have come in before.

Then the locations, if any of them
fit the bill, there'll be dozens.

You're too young to remember the war. You
could go to jail for what you're doing,

spreading alarm and despondency.

18B, I think it was. Mr. Cowley, I'm not
being despondent. I'm just being realistic.

I still think it's lunatic. How many
years have you been in this outfit, eh?

I'm stuck on the top of the bus looking
for a load of kidnappers. What's that?

They're pouring people onto the buses.

All over Greater London. Army,
Navy, Air Force, Police. Two by two,

just like into the Ark. It's crazy.

We're the two top operatives, and
they've got us on top of a bus.

We should be where it's at.
Well, how do we know where it's at?

Carly's probably got his
auntie on a bus by now.

But we do know several things.

The room faces east. There's a
line, if it is a phone line,

can't be less than 24
feet from the ground.

And the infrared process
suggests grid lines in this disk here.

It's very probably a ventilator.

That's the third one on this route.

No phone line. You know, I reckon
that line was on the inside anyway.

They could have strung it up to
hang up dishcloths, nylons, anything.

Okay, we'd better report it.
We're about a mile from the depot.

What's our next little jaunt?
452, Operation Centre, over.

Is that further out? Yeah.

You know, they speak a
different language out there.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Oh, I know, I know. Keep taking the
pills. I'm going to pack this job in.

And do what?

Operation Center 45 here, reporting
a possible red Z. Over. And do what?

Live off some rich woman.

Oh, they can be very demanding.

How do you know?

I've tried it. Very
boring, very repetitive.

Er, operation centre.

Four-five reporting a
possible red Z, corner

of Garretts Lane and Delia Street. Over.

Repetitive? Yeah.

You little devil.

Where the hell have you been?
I've been for an ice cream.

Ice cream? What's up with you, Mac?

We're sitting on a bomb
in this place and you

go for an ice cream? Don't worry about it.

There's nothing strange
about going for an ice cream.

It's all this cloak and
dagger stuff anyway, Frank.

It's OK out there. Better be.
Do you want one of these? No.

What flavour is it? Well, it's,
er, plain chocolate. No, thanks.

Come on, you better have it then.

Not her. Hey, them or me? You, you.

You doing your time?

Oh, we've been way out, sir. Kneesden,
sir. You know, gateway to the west. Well,

they were a mite too quick for us,
but that's their prerogative for now.

Put their message across and got off the
line before we could trace the source.

It was somewhere here. Oh, great.

We've got tape recorders
placed in every newspaper office.

Periodicals, radio, TV,
everywhere. Gay news.

Everywhere.

News desk?

Yeah, that's right.

Get this down and be quick about it.

We've got Biberman, and he's up for grabs.

This is not a political
kidnapping. It's an auction. We want money.

Now, just a minute.

Never mind the just a minute. Get it
down. He's up for grabs. The highest bidder.

One lot want him back. The other lot might

want him put away. We want to make a sale.

Got that?

You want to make a sale?

Right. The next call,
we'll state our terms.

But tell them to get their minds made up.

There'll be no hanging about.

Hello? Hello?

Well, we need a voice
printer. Could be anybody.

Sounds a bit like you, actually.

Of course, one knows about
the auction, as you call it.

There are Arabic newspapers
printed here, too, you know.

With political agents on their
staff. Well, that is a possibility.

Would they want Biberman?

I'm sorry you're not
making yourself clear. Marhaba.

I'm sorry too.

The Israelis have always refused to
negotiate acts of war and so forth.

This is somewhat different. In what way?

Mr Cowley, you're not normally so obtuse.

Biberman is held by criminals,
not by soldiers in a state of war.

And no one condones
criminality. No, of course not.

I hope that was not
intended as a cynicism.

No.

If a certain group were to assist
with obtaining Bierbemann's freedom,

That group would be
undertaking the most unpleasant

task of trading with the criminals.

And for the use of their good offices,

they would expect surely
considerable concessions.

And certain acts of amnesty?

That sounds a little
close to direct demands,

direct exchanges between the two sides.

Perhaps we are now in the diplomatic area.

Perhaps you should consult your superiors.

Yes, indeed.

Hey, hey.

What are you on, up with or down with?

I never touch the stuff money turns me on.

Especially the lack of it.

Come on, that's it.

Ah, come on. Houdini
couldn't get out of that.

Sharp?

Sharp as my wife's tongue.

Where is she?

A joker? Farmer?

No.

Too crowded down on the coast. Right,

let's see how they respond
to our next little trick.

I specifically asked for a plain Poplin
shirt, any color, white, blue. Pink? Huh?

Pink, sir.

It's the NJ. Oh, really?

What I particularly did not
want was bold strikes. Sir,

they think they've got a touch. What?

Well, they've more or less
eliminated 20... Just a minute, will you?

They've more or less eliminated 23 sights.

They've got seven... Hang
on, I'm telling him now.

They've got seven under full surveillance.

They've turned over a
bunch of junkies in one,

and one of them's looking very special.
Well, where, man, where? Neasden, sir.

Oh, no. Sorry, it's not one of
ours. It's one of Benny and Steve's.

It's a small housing
estate, Bulliston Avenue.

Well, didn't you check it out? You
told us to stay on the bus. Oh, come on!

Morning! Yes, running all the way, sir.

I want no precipitate action, no heroics.

And if anyone gets any ideas,
remind them of the Cyprus debacle.

Mr Cowley. I am. Chief
Inspector York, sir. L Division.

Nothing on today. Three times
a week. The odd bingo session.

I've seen it.

Eh?

Yeah. The hero had an operation
to take his hand off his hip.

The house under surveillance
has been empty for some time,

except for the occasional visit by two
men, both unknown to the woman next door.

What about the neighbors? Divorced lady
and her daughter. It's a girl's night.

Down the front. Do you
want a word? Oh, please.

Well, well, well, this'll never do.

A young lady like you out at
the cinema at tea time, eh?

Good evening, madam.

Good evening.

I'm sorry you've been disturbed like
this. You understand what's happened?

Yes, the chief constable told me.

You suspect there's something
going on in the house next door.

Yes, some bad lads,
possibly. A hideout, perhaps.

You've seen some comings
and goings, I understand.

Yeah, I've already
told... I don't know his name.

There's a couple of men,
very ordinary working men.

I thought they were going to do
the place up, you know, decorate it.

Very ordinary, you say,
but villains mostly are.

That's what people tend to forget.

Not like in your comic, my dear.

Baddies with eye patches
and twirling moustaches.

Now, we must get you away from here.
And don't worry, we won't make a mess.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, and may we have the keys, please?

Thank you. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

What are you doing with them? Small
hotel, bed and breakfast. Nice place, clean,

comfortable. Yeah, of course.

Good, good.

Well, we'll have to wait until dark.

Let's go and look at the terrain. Right.

Take my car. It's out the front.

Just beyond those trees.

There'll be some equipment
coming in with an expert

listening to Basie's heat contact gear.

Easier already, with my lads.

We can get through the
bottom there, and then

it's 100 yards or so
to the back way. Go on.

How did you spare the neighbour
and the wee girl out of the house?

Sent down one of our young
women constables in plain clothes.

The mother was agreeable.

The only problem was stopping
the kid from staring at the house.

How did they manage that?

Bribery.

The wonderful world of potato chips.

Let me darken half an hour.
Some cloud about two, that's good.

Get the boffin.

Right.

I'm another light.

What are you eating?

Swiss roll.

Someone's a bit nervous.

A little bit.

Where's that boss?

Well, he's well doped up, but
if in doubt, use the chloroform.

Right.

Frank? What's up?

Moving about next door.

Did you see them come back? No. No, not
at all. Well, they came in the back way.

Are you sure you didn't see
them? Of course I didn't.

I just wondered who the
visitor was, that's all,

that girl. Well,
sister, friend, God knows.

Good looking, eh?

You're in for a long night. I'll
send somebody out. Come on, you two.

Thank you, Miss Bediver.

All quiet?

You get some sleep?

Yes, sir.

A little.

Rough.

Back of a patrol car.

When I couldn't sleep, I
listened to the shortwave.

It's better than a king-size novel.

Sex, violence, money, intrigue.

You should make a bid for the film, right?

Oh, here, hold that, will you?

Hello, Coley here.

Yeah?

Wakey, wakey.

The old man's gone back to London.

What?

The old man's gone back to town.

Oh, no, don't tell me we're
up a wrong tree again. No,

the Israelis are sussed
we're onto something.

But what do they want, another Entebbe?

Four or five have seen
him, but on our way.

The whole world knows your
policemen are wonderful.

If you want to know the time.
Exactly. Mr Cowley, you are an elusive man.

You left Central London last evening.

Oh, those were your
people trying to follow me.

Oh, yes.

But they were intercepted by a
police patrol and told, most politely,

that they were exceeding the speed limit.

Even with diplomatic
plates, one is expected to

conform with the laws
of the land. Of course.

Now, Mr. Cowley, what's the position?

The position is that we are
proceeding with our inquiries.

But you have some definite information.

Let's say we are pursuing a
more promising line of inquiry.

4-5 to 2-4.

Mr. Cowley, can Israel be of
assistance? At this stage, I think not.

What about our Arab friends'
proposal? Such generosity.

With friends like that, who
needs enemies? It seemed plausible.

Might not something... But
it hasn't come to that yet.

I do think that,
diplomatically speaking, you understand,

Israel is entitled to some
more detailed information.

The diplomacy you speak of is
outside my particular province.

Obviously, if I was instructed to
amplify the information, I would do that.

Minister?

Ambassador, I really think Mr.
Cowley knows what he's doing.

Sir, we've had, sad to say, plenty
of experience of this kind of thing.

Yes, I know.

Mr. Hirschfeld, if he's where we
think he is, we'll get him back for you.

Dead or alive?

Alive, I hope.

4-5.

You've got to hand it to them.
They've got a sense of humor.

They've called the sporting life.

Well, they're taking a gamble. Here it
is. Yeah, touché. They want the jackpot.

How much? Two million. Half a
million apiece. Is that all?

No, the military aircraft and fuel for
3,000 miles. Plus 12, repeat, 12 parachutes.

And the money, of course.

They've got their own pilot, and the
RAF crew jump first, right? Right.

So if anyone fancies
tampering with the chutes,

it could be a touch of
Russian roulette. Nice one.

Yeah. See you.

Thank you.

Hey, listen, make this
nice and strong, will you?

Don't want to get my head knocked off.

Hey, jump.

This will kill you.

Tails in place,
returning to stakeout. Off.

Your clutch is slipping.

My clutch or my touch?

All we need is the time and the place.

You're as bad as Bodie.

Oh, now be fair.

Nobody's as bad as Bodie.

Nice.

Yeah, thanks.

No, that's all we need. What's that, sir?

The child, the neighbor's
child. They've let her through.

School's out just after 12.

She must have forgotten.

Keep an eye on them.

Hey, come on.

We're not really going to be here.
This one's Br'er and this one's Thumper.

Aren't we supposed to be here? Not really.

My dogs feed them every
day, and I clean them out.

Red Zed, Red Zed, there's two kids
in the garden feeding some rabbits.

What do you mean? We're
not supposed to be here.

Mum says they're bad men, and the
police say they've done something terrible.

Somebody slipped up. How
the hell did that happen?

No, I don't know how they got there.
Job, cleaning them out. I hate it.

Come on, Zoe, you'd
better go. They've had enough.

That's your nook!

The kids have come out again.

Ruth, get the children
clear of the area. Hey.

Hey, there's something up.

They're buzzing around like flies.

Red set. Red set. They're on
the move. They're on the move.

Are you ready around the
back? Right, stand by.

Pony, you're on.

Right! Nice, Ross.

Doyle, stand by at the back.

Now, slow me down.

Now, Bodie, let me know
when you're in position.

Right, ready. Stand by.

Right.

Go, Bodie.

Let's go!

Shalom.

Shabbat shalom.

Eh? Well, it is Friday evening,
isn't it? The start of our Sabbath.

Yeah, well, if you're going to the
synagogue, say one for me. Yeah, yeah, me too.

I haven't got a key, sir. No!

Molly! Where are you? !

Good afternoon, sir.

I trust I find you well?

I haven't got a handcuff
key on you, have you, sir?

I'm afraid it's only Indian, Mr Cowley.

Oh, it's perfect. Very
welcome, I assure you.

Well, that's something else we'll have
to indent for, ma'am. One Swiss roll.

The body here is still a growing lad.

Looks as if he's got a
healthy appetite. Mr Doyle.

No, no, thanks. It's a
bit too fattening for me.

Imagine villains getting
in on the terrorist act.

What's the world coming to, eh?

Oh, yes. So is there anything yet
from up top about our overtime payment?